Ha, ha. Find the way. It’s a pain I laugh that’s not of joy. It’s painful when I tired try. I want to move into an easiness. A large empty auditorium, and me, on the stage, and I’m shouting this poem, and it’s easy because I’m all alone: no one to stare; no one to judge. But other people are trying to find. Each their own auditorium. Ha, ha. Find the way to laugh. To laugh in a field of grass, an empty field of grass. This fatigue I laugh because the grass is green; because I had a headache yesterday; because the sky is gray. This fatigue I laugh because I try, because because—be cause there is a reason.